In the 60's wild-eyed professors with fat government grants ran testing labs down there and when this funding dried up by the mid-70's the graduate st...dents turned this equipment junkyard into their official drinking and hangout den. With the obtainment of a legitimate beer & wine license in the early 1980's and named the Serpents Lair, this became the primary watering hole for the liberal arts and social sciences graduate students. Legal concerns shut the bar down for good a few years ago and. " She waved.Barbra came up and sat in one of the chairs beside Deb. "I took theliberty to grab your mail on the way back here." Barbra handed Deb asmall stack of letters. "So are you all ready for Kat to start schoolhere?" Pretty much." Deb sorted through the letters. "Oh good, I was waitingon this." Laying the other letters down on the patio table Deb beganopening the one she still held."What is that?" Barbra asked."It's a letter about those placement tests Kat needed to take before shestarted. .I had smuggled a couple into my over night bag whilst packing at home, hoping Mom didn’t walk in my room at the wrong time....thinking it would give me something to jerk off at while visiting Aunt Sue. Jerking off was a favourite pastime I had been enjoying for a while. Not an exhibitionist by any means, but I nearly got busted by Mom on several occasions...The only person (female) to ever get a glimpse of my young manhood was our beautiful neighbour. She caught me one day sitting at my desk. She wiggled her ass angrily, trying to shake off my hand. I lifted her skirt and snuck my hand into her panties. I found her cunthole and pushed my thumb in. She clamped her legs shut, effectively trapping me in her. My forefinger was right at the other side so I tickled her stiff clit with it. She sighed softly into the phone and her legs parted slowly. I replaced my thumb with a finger and when she was slippery enough, added another. She rocked back and forth, getting wetter and wetter. I.